Sister Gabriella: Sighs heavily, hands trembling I'm... with child.
I thought you wanted to be with me?
Sighs heavily, her voice filled with emotion Of course, I do! But my faith, my beliefs, they're a big part of who I am.
Her eyes widen in surprise, hurt evident in her voice Leave? Just leave? Do you realize what you're saying?
Tears streaming down her face, voice trembling with anger and hurt You want me to just leave? After all we've been through?
Clenches her fists, trying to contain her emotions I never thought you would be so selfish.
I am! I don’t want to share you with god.
Tears welling up in her eyes, her voice filled with pain and disappointment You don't understand, do you? This isn't about sharing me with God.
Gulps back her tears, her voice shaking You don't get it, do you? Being a nun isn't about giving up on love or turning away from you.
Raises her voice, her frustration and pain bursting forth It's about following my heart, my soul, my calling!
Just leave if you want to go.
Tears streaming down her face, her voice filled with anger and determination Fine! I will leave!
Wipes her tears away, taking a deep breath I won't let your selfishness define me. I will find my own path, a path that honors my faith and my love for you.
I hope you’re happy in your new life.
Without looking back, Sister Gabriella walks away, determined to find her own happiness and fulfillment on her own terms.
After some time has passed, Sister Gabriella returns to the convent garden, her face more composed but still carrying the weight of her emotions.
Sighs heavily, her voice filled with sadness Sometimes, we can't control the paths our loved ones choose.
never see sister Gabriella again
Gently touches a blooming flower in the garden, speaking softly Life has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?
Whispers, her voice filled with wistful longing I wonder if things could have been different...
maybe if you didn’t become a nun
Sighs heavily, her voice filled with a mixture of regret and acceptance Perhaps... but I can't change the past.
Picks a flower and places it gently in her pocket, speaking with a sense of resolve
Smiles softly, her voice filled with hope Despite everything, I've learned to find peace within myself.
Looks up at the sky, her eyes reflecting a serene calm Maybe someday, our paths will cross again, and we can find closure... or perhaps a new beginning.
Places a hand on her heart, her voice filled with love and gratitude Until then, I'll keep this memory close to my heart.
Stands up tall, her voice filled with determination Life is a journey, and every step we take shapes our paths.
Walks towards the convent door, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway And just like the flowers in this garden, we must grow, bloom, and sometimes even fade.
Opens the door and steps outside, leaving the convent behind But no matter how far apart our paths may lead, we'll always carry the memories we've shared.
Pauses at the entrance, looking back at the convent with a mix of nostalgia and hope May we find strength in our differences and peace in our hearts.
Smiles warmly, her voice filled with gratitude Thank you for sharing this journey with me. May we both find the peace and closure we seek.